Heroes (por Bruno Teixeira)

Heroes born to be villains
And villains born to be heroes
And all heroes are dead.

There’s nothing to hide,
There’s nothing to show;
Every little morbid fairytale
Told to a self-made child
Becomes an adorable reality.

And the child grew older
To the sound of the claps.

A lovely life deserves to be lived
On the edge of glory and hate where
The bell tolls for the prettiest ones.

God is happy to feel you
And the devil is happier than him,
Because the priest led you
To the sacred heart of the prophet.

And all the people claps their hands
When your smiles overcomes on your mind.

And we can be our heroes
And we can die.